“For one whole season, Audrey kept a bucket of glitter next to our front door. Every morning, as she headed out the door to school, she’d toss a handful of glitter in the air, walking through it as she headed out the door, leaving faint, barely discernible flecks of gold in her hair and on her clothes, her eyelashes even. And our floor. No point in vacuuming. And anyway, I liked it. ” (p. 18) (No Elves in the Night by Joyce Maynard. pp. 11-19 in Dirt: the quirks, habits, and passions of keeping house edited by Mindy Lewis)
It is the day after Halloween and I am in the midst of El Dia de los Muertos. No idea why my mind has defaulted to thoughts of glitter (glittery thoughts). Perhaps because my artsy little sister painted a skull for Halloween and I, once again, wished I was even a little bit crafty. I’m not. I hate the messiness of great art. Great art is so seldom created precisely in small spaces; you need mess and largeness, fearlessness and the ability to make messy mistakes to create great art. You need to be willing to drop and break and fling things about to make great art.
And I can’t. I can’t be messy! My world must be neat and clean and precise!
I am a perfectionist and a procrastinator. I can not create something imperfect even if it leads to something great. I can not live in a mess. Every night, before bed, my house is straightened and my dishes are done and my clothes are neatly lined up waiting for tomorrow. I was raised this way and I took the lesson too much to heart. My other siblings did not – they have the ability to feel safe in a dis-organized space. They have the ability to try and fail and try again. I envy them this ability.
Thus, I hate glitter. Once used, glitter invades a space and never leaves. My mother loves to get glitter; she loves it when tiny glitter hearts or shamrocks escape from the cards her friends send her. She loves it even as she curses the inability of her vacuum to clean it up. She loves it even when six months later she is picking up tiny green glitter Christmas trees off the kitchen floor. The great grandchildren love grandmother’s glittery house.
She’d love to bake with edible glitter if she baked. She cooks; I bake. No gold glitter in my banana bread, I say!
And no, I don’t need to glow in the dark either!
I think that glitter is more trouble then it’s worth. No glitter eyeshadow, nails, or hair for me. No shiny bits of plastic sparkling unexpectedly from the floor months (nay years) later. No pixie fairy dust at my house folks! I like my fey more traditional than that.
Want a quick way to clean-up glitter – try this.
But, oh some days – days when the sun creates rainbows in gas filled puddles or days when the crisp, blinding snow sparkles. Days when skulls need glitter and cats creep below an orange pumpkin moon. Then, I long for glitter.
Glitter as bright and shiny as the two nail art creations that follow.
Glitter with ghosts…
Or oh my this … inspired by my eldest sister’s favourite Halloween candy.
Candy Corn glitter…
Glitter for my nails and glitter for my hair and glitter for my eyes.
Damn the mess and full speed ahead!
“On the morning in question, she wore white shorts and a pink T-shirt that featured a green dragon breathing a fire of orange glitter. It is difficult to explain how awesome I found this T-shirt at the time.” -John Green
This week, I am posting two photos for two different challenges.
The first challenge is “words” over at Photo Friday.
The second challenge is “create” over at WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge.
Enjoy and I’ll see you next week!